How could he weave a fabric that no eye had even seen?
The weaver rode his donkey along the bank of the river. Suddenly, dark clouds covered the sky. The wind began to blow, and rain fell in great torrents, matching the overwhelming flood of sorrow in the weaver’s heart. But as quickly as the rain began, it stopped. A vivid rainbow appeared in the sky spreading its arch across the river. As the moisture cleared from the weaver’s eyes, he caught sight of the rippling reflection of the rainbow in the water. It created the most beautiful pattern he had ever seen. The rest of the day and all through the night the weaver worked. He wove and sewed, and he sewed and wove, until finally the robe was finished. As dawn broke, the weaver made his way to the palace and presented the new robe to the khan. “This is the most beautiful robe I have ever seen!” the khan exclaimed. The servants and subjects in the palace agreed. “Your life shall be saved,” the khan announced to the weaver. “But hear this: If you ever make a fabric as beautiful as this for an
